Chapter 2941 When Night Falls (Thirty-Three)

Chapter 2915 When night falls (thirty-three)

There are actually certain rules for selecting people in the fighting world. Generally, only the main characters in the main plot of the universe will receive invitations, so Batman and Dick participated in the pre-team formation.

Constantine doesn't appear much in this issue. In the early period, Doctor Fate killed Zatanna and he declared that he didn't care about this mess anymore. In the later period, the group of people in the Mystery House were blamed again, and Constantine had nothing to do with it. Although he performed brilliantly, he couldn't really be called a protagonist, so it was normal that he didn't receive an invitation.

Constantine didn't care that much. He asked: "So, do I in other universes also participate in this game?"

"Yes, they should be gathering together to study the magic circle now."

Constantine sighed and said: "You still don't understand me too well. When Constantine gets together, he may study men, women, black people, white people, and even sharks and lizards, but it is impossible to study some bullshit magic circle. "

"That's none of my business." Schiller put down the tableware and said, "You're actually very interested, aren't you?"

At this time, Constantine thought of another question. He looked at Schiller and said, "Do you know the Constantine of your universe?"

Schiller nodded.

Constantine also put down the tableware and asked with some hesitation: "How is your relationship with him?"

"Actually, it's not bad." Schiller still sat upright and said with a smile: "Our first meeting was not very pleasant. His curiosity was inappropriately deflected, but the misunderstanding was quickly resolved. The two of us came to an agreement."

"He didn't...I mean, was there anything rude about him?"

"You can't ask a beggar to have the courtesy of a king, so I never regard a person's natural nature as rude."

This answer was a bit too ambiguous, and Constantine couldn't quite grasp what he meant, but it was important to him to understand how another universe got along with Schiller, and he wanted to know where Schiller's bottom line was. .

"And how are you getting along?" Constantine decided to go one step further. He had to jump into the black grid first to know the king's location.

“It was a pleasure to work with.”

"I mean in terms of personal relationships."

"It's not bad. We occasionally drink together and discuss formations and stuff."

"that's all?"

"Of course there are more." Schiller stood up from his seat, walked around to the kitchen, and began to process the leftovers of certain ingredients. He said, "I would occasionally entertain him like this, because I was in charge of the ingredients, so he would bring a bottle of wine. The atmosphere is usually pretty good.”

Constantine's brain was spinning rapidly, which meant that Constantine in Schiller's universe was teaming up with Schiller to deceive demons. This was not unexpected. After all, Schiller was not a magician. He wanted to use these cunning goats to If it is stewed, it will definitely require the cooperation of some people in the industry.

It was the same this time. Constantine was sure that Schiller had taken advantage of him and tricked the demons, so he could eat the meal with peace of mind. Unfortunately, this type of sheep's hooves didn't suit his taste.

If Constantine could do anything else, I would naturally do it too. Constantine thought, if Schiller really likes to eat goats, he can go to hell and get two of them, even though he is being chased by all the devils in hell. , but some little devils who are not familiar with the world are still easy to fool, and the lamb should be more tender.

Constantine swallowed, but what he was thinking of was not lamb. After sitting there for a while, he said, "Maybe I can bring my own ingredients to the next banquet."

"Put it in the ribs?"

Constantine was startled by Leng Buding's rhetorical question. He instinctively touched his heart with his hand, shook his head and said, "No, I mean, the black goat is a bit fishy. Maybe you would like to eat highland gray." Goat?"

"Really? I haven't eaten yet." Schiller sat back at the table, but instead of sitting on the main seat, he sat opposite Constantine and seemed to be looking at Constantine with interest. Said: "What's the difference between it and the black goat?"

"Although their incarnations are both goats, in fact, the black goat is the orthodox form of the devil, while the gray goat is a mythical creature evolved from Nordic mythology, and cannot be regarded as a complete devil..."

When it comes to the professional field, Constantine can be considered eloquent. He mentioned, "Goats are a major category of demons, but not all demons are goats. Snakes, crows and black cats are usually the incarnations of demons. Of course, There are also some demonic forms, like a giant octopus, and the texture of the tentacles looks good.”

Zatanna, who was holding the goat meat in the bottle and chewing on it, shook her head. Constantine must have fallen into trouble this time. He was so lustful that he was so stupid.

Not long after, Constantine said that he had something to leave, and he opened a door for Schiller. This door can be teleported directly from the Mystery House back to the Arkham Knight base. If he wants to leave, he can leave at any time. Of course, if he If you are willing to stay, you can also visit the Mystery House, and Zatanna will introduce it to him.

As soon as Constantine left, Zatanna's soul was released from the bottle by Schiller. She burped and said, "Usually I'm on John's side, but this time he really It’s too much. He has tricked me so many times, so it’s not too much for me to trick him once, right?”

"Of course, miss, and I have to correct your wording. I never wanted to trick him. Everything was what he wanted to do, wasn't it?"

"You're such a devil," Zatanna said, drifting a little further away.

About ten minutes later, a strong man with a beard and gray sheep's hooves appeared in the living room of the mysterious house and threw Constantine, who was covered in blood, to the ground.

"You are right, human, this bastard dared to go back to hell and run to the vicinity of our tribe. I have been waiting for him for a long time."

Constantine turned his head and saw the pair of shiny leather shoes again. Schiller squatted down and said, "I stewed one of the two demons who fought for your soul. Guess where the other one went?"

Constantine slowly closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and was about to curse, but swallowed it back after thinking about it.

"What do you want to do?!"

"Do you think I will take this opportunity to ask you for information you didn't say like Batman? Things won't develop like this, John..."

Constantine felt Schiller's hand on his head and grabbed his hair, and then his head was grabbed and lifted up, and then slammed to the ground again.

Bang! Bang!

Constantine was hit so hard that he was dizzy. In his trance, he saw Schiller stand up and say to the demon next to him: "How many demons know that you have captured Constantine?"

"It can be none, or all." The other party's answer was also very artistic.

"How much do you want to take?" Schiller asked again.

"I want his eyes, that thing is the essence."

"I'll give you his eyes, don't tell anyone of your kind."

"You can't give it to me, he is his own, if he doesn't agree, I can't force it against other people's contracts..."

"I'm asking you how to make him mine, I know there is such a way."

The demon took a breath.

He stomped his goat hoof, hesitated for a long time, muttered a few words in dialect, and scratched the horn on his head.

"I can tell you that there is such a thing, but after all, it is made by you humans to deal with your own kind, so cruel that even demons can't stand it..."

"Oh? How do you do it?"

"First, you must open the chest of a person while he is still alive, and use a sharp tool made of special materials to carve a rune on his heart. The process of carving the rune will bring great pain, but the person must be conscious throughout the process..."

"Is that rune drawn like this?"

Schiller drew a pattern on his palm with his fingers.

The demon looked at it and nodded, then Schiller took out the marlin brooch and said, "Is this a special material?"

"Platinum? It's really this thing."

The demon finally reacted at this time. He looked at Schiller and said, "Do you really want to do this ritual?! But don't blame me for not reminding you. It's a delicate job to open a person's chest and carve words on the heart. It's not something that ordinary people can do. If you kill him, the princes will definitely get the news. I can't beat them, and the deal will be voided at that time."

"Don't worry, I happen to have this experience."

Constantine was put on the dining table.

Schiller gently wiped the scalpel. The knife clearly reflected the warm light of the chandelier, but the blade was so cold that it made people shudder.

"I know you're not at your wit's end, John. Can't you use your ash clone once more?"

Schiller's voice was very light, but it always sounded like a hammer hitting Constantine's head. He gritted his teeth and said, "How much did your damn bastard tell you? He even told you how to save his life?! You two must..."

Before he finished speaking, Schiller cut his eyelids with a knife. Constantine covered his eyes and screamed, almost falling off the table.

But he was soon suppressed, and his hands were pulled to both sides and tied to the table.

"Are you not going to use it yet?" Schiller said, "I'm a very trustworthy person. Transactions are usually paid first. Say goodbye to your eyeballs."

The scalpel slowly approached Constantine's eyes. He kept cursing until the last moment. The figure on the table disappeared in a flash. He appeared in the corner of the room in a mess, covering his bleeding eyelids.

With a bang, the ghost claws made of shadows overturned the table, and countless magic spikes appeared in the room. After a pause, they all flew towards Schiller.

What shocked Constantine was that Schiller did not hide, he opened his arms.

Dozens of sharp shadow spikes pierced Schiller's body straight, he fell backwards, and Constantine was stunned.

The demon with gray goat hooves appeared again, and just as he was about to say something, a spike pierced his forehead, and the shadow of the demon slowly dissipated.

Constantine rushed towards Schiller, but did not see the soul flickering on the dying man. In his eyes that looked like he had seen a ghost, Schiller moved.

The magic spikes made of energy dissipated, and Schiller actually stood up slowly. The dozens of wounds all over his body seemed to have no effect on his movements.

The next second, Constantine flew out.

The magic glow on his body had not yet dissipated, and he was also concentrating on Schiller's movements, but this time, he could not see any of Schiller's movements clearly, and the magic defense power collapsed at the touch of a button.

The moment he fell to the ground, Schiller's hand grabbed his neck again, and his spine was broken instantly, but it was connected by magic, and then the collarbone, ribs, skull...

Constantine was like a sandbag, constantly damaged by Schiller's attacks, but quickly healed by magic.

When he was strangled again, he finally realized something and shouted to Zatanna, "Healing Rune! Healing Rune on the wall!!!"

Zatanna, who had been stunned by this series of changes, woke up as if from a dream. Fortunately, she had eaten the devil before and recovered some soul power. She came to the wall and poured her power into the healing rune. A ray of light hit Schiller and Constantine.

The wound on Schiller's body gradually healed.

His fingers gradually became stiff, and then loosened, and Constantine fell to the ground. Schiller, who had regained consciousness, sighed lightly, adjusted his tie with his hands, and looked down at his damaged suit.

"Now you owe me." Schiller said.

Constantine was shocked by his shamelessness.

"So, compensate me for my suit?"

The balance of the deposit flashed through Constantine's mind, and he got up from the ground swiftly and said, "Anything else is easy to talk about."

The word "lust" is like a knife above your head